Mr Pisapia is working for the impossible task to put together the Italian left. For many he is too close to Mr Renzi, for others he is to weak, someone may even think that he is too radical.
I like the man and agree on the objective. I also support the aim to get to govern, which implies the necessity to mix with others, as there is not a left majority in Italy.
Yes, I would like him to be careful with Renzi, but I think he is not naive and the reality will eventually determine the politics.
I am in, but I am not sure how many will join. But this has never been a problem.
A nice photo. Someone who, even in the midst of collective madness keeps alive humanity and care.
I read an article stating that dogs share with humans an innate sense of justice and react if treated unfairly with comparison to fellow animals.
This reminded me of our dog’s attitude when playing badminton in the garden.
He was very interested in the game and especially in the shuttlecock we were exchanging.
I drew on that interest having him getting the plastic projectile whenever it felt on the ground. In order to motivate him, I was offering him a little piece of bread every time.
Quite astonishingly, he was playing his role very fairly,without any training or insistence, and wasn’t trying to get the shuttlecock a second time after receiving his bread, even if he could have reached it befor me.
That is even more surprising because after 10 seconds, when we re-started the game, he was indeed trying to get the thing flying across the net.
So not only sense of justice, but also respect of the rule of law.
Indeed, the first element is shared with humans, as a primordial sense of justice might motivate behaviors and acts hardly understandable otherwise (and a recent example is the gentleman from Tunisia whose sacrifice started the Democracy Spring). However, I am not so sure about the second part.
Children do not naturally consider respect of rules as the convenient approach for survival and most of grown-ups don’t do either. Would the Planet of Dogs be more ethical than our own?
I tried a translation to English:
Once Opendoor thought
on an island he might be born
and was sure and certain
he would be scared to mourn
Even worse than war
where enemy is seen
and can jump to fight
who believes he can win
It’s hard to stay in a place
where you know that you need
turning your head away
and let the shame to lead
Lithograph – reproduction number LC-USZC4-2994 – by Gibson & Co, 1873, online courtesy Library of Congress
Mr Renzi bad political manners got reinforced from the US example.
After having brutally knocked off his predecessor and denied any space to his (quite unfit) internal party opposition, he is now viciously sidestepping his party’s government majority partners (very unfit too).
This confirms, if there was yet any doubt, that his perspective is a hung parliament, a coalition with the remains of forza italia and then the organic incorporation of that political area into the nation’s party.
Or better the renzi’s party.
Would the option of having in government a shady movement autocratically managed by two not elected people be a worse option?
But the difference is blowing over day after day.
Una volta Apòrte pensò
che in un’isola poteva esser nato
ed era assolutamente sicuro
che se ne sarebbe appaurato.
Peggio ancor della guerra
dove un nemico si vede
e può andargli addosso con forza
chi ci crede.
Peggio che capitano d’industria
frate fornaio o pompiere
peggio che giovane onesto
o domatore di fiere.
É difficile stare in un posto
dove si sa che bisogna
voltare la testa
23 May 1992
From Il Corriere della Sera, 20 May
In many languages the familiar way for father starts with a T.
Tata or Tad, Tatay, Tay, Taica or just Ta.
My father was important to me. He was a good man.
He liked to speak with people, especially simple people.
He was very close to the impoverished farmers in his remote birthplace.
His life was not simple and he resented the difficult circumstances of his delivery, but he did not show this openly.
He had a very nice smile and feet very similar to mines.
For some reasons at a certain point I stopped talking to him. Actually for no reason, he was very kind and we never doubted, I never doubted about his love and care.
This is the most sorrowful of my regrets. I do not have too many, probably because even if apparently eventful, my life was quite plain.
Once, while I was a child, at the beach, he convinced me to set free a little fish I had catched, and he tought me many other lessons without being pedantic.
He explained to us about the chlorophyll photosynthesis that he considered the secret of life.
I would like to meet him again, to talk a bit, to see his smile.
People with power are often not nice.
And I wonder if they are not nice (with other people) because they have reached a power position or if they got where they are because they were not nice. Not caring about others’ sensitivity, focused on their own success, keen to step on others’ interests, not available for compromise (unless they have no other mean to get what they want).
Memory is a problem and yet one of the reasons for this blog. Today I thought I had lost a precious memory: the first name of a friend that I could remember. For many years I had very clear in my mind just two elements: this name, the name that I linked to the first idea of a friend, and a push scooter. That he had and I hadn’t. But I did not recollect envy or regret. Just a push scooter.
It was a big loss, for a moment I was concerned. But then I knew that the letter T was involved and soon enough I could remember the name. I did a search and I even got a photo and a birth date, quite suitable.
Memory, names and friends, powerful ingredients in the life of a man.